I'm your comeuppance (Martial Artist Male Reader x RWBY Mafia! AU) (ON HOLD)

Four Stages of Grief: Fear

A month later

Y/n was on the speed bag practicing his speed and rhythm, for a month he practiced his Wing Chun and hybrid kickboxing but neglected his boxing. Y/n took a break from the kickboxing, grappling and throws so he can work on his boxing. He moved to the heavy bag, Y/n used basic jabs and hooks when he used the bag not stopping his assault. He continued his session for five minutes until he sat down on a bench for a break taking off his gloves, he then felt something poke his arm. He looked to see Weiss poking him with a bottle of water, Y/n gladly took it.

Y/n: "Thank you"

Weiss: "Your welcome"

Y/n took a chug of the water, he twisted the cap back on when he finished.

Weiss: "I'm sorry about what happened to your father..."

Y/n: "It's been three months, it's done deal at this point"

Weiss: "You've been overworking yourself, eating less and you've barely slept. Your not yourself Y/n and you know that"

Y/n sighed as he got up from the bench.

Y/n: "Look Weiss I said I'm-"

Y/n felt a swelling pain in his head, he held his head as he winced at the pain. Weiss went to check on him as the headache died down.

Weiss: "I told you Y/n, you're overworking yourself"

Y/n: "It's just a headache, it happened once and it happened again so what?"

Y/n walked past her only to feel a glyph hold onto his wrist.

Y/n: "Nothing's gonna stop you?"

Weiss: "Nope, not until you get your rest"

Y/n pulled against the glyph, his wrist didn't budge. Y/n sighed in defeat.

Y/n: "Fine..."

Y/n felt the glyph fade away letting him walk out of the gym and into his room, he took a shower before he fell asleep on his bed.

-Dreamscape-

Y/n walked in a hall of mirrors, he was confused by the area and why he was having this dream. He then heard a thump causing him to turn to see Raphtalia out cold, Y/n ran to him going to his knees and held her shoulders.

Y/n: "Raphtalia! Raphtalia wake up please! I can't lose you too!"

Y/n felt hers pulse to see if he was alive, Y/n heart broke when he felt nothing at all. He cradled his sister close to him and cried.

Y/n: "Raphtalia..."

Y/n then looked to see a shadowy figure, Y/n gently laid Raphtalia onto the floor. Y/n gripped his hands into fists as the shadowy figure ran up to him, but then Y/n's hands started to shake...in fear.

Figure: "You left her to die, just like you did to your father"

Y/n was taken aback until the figure engulfed him into darkness.

-Reality-

Y/n shot out off his bed shaking, he felt cold sweat run down his body. He sighed a shaky sigh as he got up from another night terror, he got out from his bed and put in a shirt leaving the room. Y/n walked through the dark manor as he covered himself with a blanket, he went into the pantry to get himself a glass of water. He sat down on a couch drinking the water.

???: "Can't sleep?"

Y/n looked to see Willow sitting next to him.

Y/n: "No..."

Willow: "Why's that?"

Y/n: "...Night terrors"

Willow: "Wish to speak about it?"

Y/n: "I'll be fine"

Willow: "I know this isn't your first one Y/n and hiding the fact won't help either"

Y/n: "...I guess I found out what Weiss got from you"

Willow: "Both of us are stubborn for a reason"

Y/n: "...I'm scared Willow"

Willow looked at Y/n taken aback, Y/n hasn't expressed much emotion in the manor but she didn't expect fear to be one of them.

Willow: "What are you afraid of Y/n"

Y/n: "The cold blade of death touching my loved ones..."

Willow: "Please explain"

Y/n: "...the night terrors I've been receiving is all the same: my loved one dies and a figure tells me how I failed them. I'm scared...I don't want any of them to die..."

Y/n was visibly shaking from his seat, he then felt Willow wiped away the tears falling from Y/n's face and hugged him close.

Willow: "Your father's death must've took a massive toll on you, I'm sorry that this is happening to you. Just know that we are all here for you"

Willow felt tears spreading on her, there was no sound coming from Y/n not even a sniffle. Willow pitted Y/n of his pain, she may not have known the young martial artist's father but he must've been very close to him. She then heard snoring from Y/n, she smiled slightly as she put a blanket over Y/n and a pillow under his head. She then left to her sleeping quarters but not before giving one more look to Y/n.

Willow: "Sleep well Y/n"